HONORING MOM

14 May, 2018

I
don't know where she buys them, but Polly finds the best cards. Not
exactly a "Mothers Day" card, but much better. And if you didn't
notice the second dog, look again.

It was nice to
wake up this morning and discover that Walt had made coffee on the timer, so
I woke up to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

Ned
was going to arrange things for a Mothers Day brunch with my mother, which
is always difficult to do because of not knowing exactly when they are going
to feed them lunch...and you can't call ahead to arrange things because if
she actually answers the phone, by the time she hangs the phone up, she will
have forgotten what you were calling about.

We got
to Atria as she was finishing her lunch and we sat with her while she
polished off a big strawberry dipped in some sort of pink frosting.

While we were sitting in the dining room, Tom called and he
talked with me and with his grandmother, but his kids were busy with their
other grandmother so I didn't get to talk with them.

Ned, who is one of the very good guys, had brought all the
brunch food, so we took her out of the memory unit and down to a patio in
the regular part of Atria, which she claimed never to have seen before.

There are some perks of dementia. For one thing, you
don't remember what your stomach has done and so though she had finished her
lunch, she ate another one, which is fine because she hasn't been eating
lately. . .

...and you get lots of points for giving her a card, which
was brand new every time she picked it up to read it.

It's also possible for someone with dementia to eat
"just one" stuffed egg four different times!

We came home after brunch. Ned had to get to work to
help his friend Jon at the university's Whole Earth Festival and it was time
for my after-brunch nap. Sadly, while sleeping I missed a call from
Jeri.

Walt offered to take me out to
dinner, but Mothers Day is such a hard time to find a restaurant without a
reservation, so I just planned to cook dinner here at home.

It was a quiet Mothers day but I felt loved and maybe my
mother remembers that she is loved too. If not maybe she'll find her
card and read it again, for the first time.

PHOTO OF THE DAY

Mothers Day brunch

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